Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

The pain was passing, or lessening enough to be bearable.

Sweetharbor, the shadow said.

And he laughed bitterly, though it came out as a groan. "So I have made it to Heaven, have I?" The laughing groan stuck in his throat, and he blinked several times, for he did not know why he had said that. Memories swirled in his mind, but always just out of reach.

The shadow spoke again, but the words came to him garbled and all he heard was, 'able to stand.'

It seemed an impossible task.

He grit his teeth again, his jaws painful from doing so, and slowly, ever so slowly, got his paws beneath him. With a breath, unsure, he attempted to stand, but he felt hollow on the inside, his limbs weak and light as a feather, and he quickly, heavily, sat down, breathing hard, head bowed.